A white haired boy paced around his blue walled room, posters of Communist propaganda on the walls. He himself wasn't a believer of this political ideology but he was forced to believe it, much like many other citizens of Communist Britain. He walked around for quite a bit before the radio turned itself on automatically, playing the Communist anthem which would be the same in every single home in the UK because of policies and the fact that fascism is more of an ideology where one is forced into the government's beliefs.  

A short while later a voice could be heard radiating from the two speakers on the radio. A man's voice with a British but very raspy, Russian accent.
"And today, we have fifteen murders in the Pen y Cae area but it's getting contained by the military."

The white haired boy stared outside where black tarmac roads lined with hybrid cars which were mostly brown, red and black. The sky was overcast and no sun broke through the grey and thick clouds. The houses were brick which is expected in Britain despite it being communist. Most curtains were drawn as it was midday and most people were working hard in the factories and farms, providing for the huge state which is Britain and Northern France following a previous war only recently after the Soviets took over the United Kingdom and Ireland.

"Must be-" He was cut off as a truck rolled past, running smoothly on the fresh tarmac road which was redone every month or so, funded by the people, built by the people. "Oh no... No. Why today? They're not meant to be here today..."

He sighed before turning around and staring at his bed which hid a small rifle underneath and if he was caught, he could be executed for attempted murder despite the fact that he wasn't planning a murder yet. He held his breath, hoping that no Soviet officers would come banging on his home's door, demanding money, resources or a search of the property which was sometimes mandatory but it just depended on the location.

Fortunately for him, the truck rolled by and didn't stop until it turned a corner further down the road and onto another street, probably to bother another family or person who is walking on the street during curfew hours. The low growl of the truck disappeared into the silence, swallowed by the soft hum of the radio and the birds chirping.

A few hours later, the television could be heard even from the top floor of the house which was boring and dull like the streets in even the busiest cities in the country.

The sounds coming from it weren't actually that morbid or boring, quite amusing and happy. It seems that not everything in Soviet Britain is bad and dull which was a cause of communism at it's core, equality where everyone is treated the same and paid the same therefore there is no reason for shop adverts or flashy clothes or flashy cars.

A few short seconds later, there was a knock on the heavy front door and some people outside, obviously speaking Russian but they were muffled words to the boy. His parents were downstairs and they should open the door unless they've fallen asleep which is highly likely due to the long working hours and the extremely low salary.

Cliff hanger :o